Remain

When you’re not away,
when you have nothing left to say,
when the last thing we need is words,
when your eyes haven’t closed,
when summer still warms,
when day does not break yet,
to get us out of bed.

When all doors and windows are shut,
they will be just eyelids hiding us,
and us, blind to the outside,
will remain with eyes and hearts open wide,
when nonsense feels the most sane,
that’s when we’ll remain.